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Life's Biggest Fan--Chris Parcell died last week and buried Saturday April 21st 2018... article about him I wrote a few years ago

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INteresting Folks: CHRIS PARCELL:   LIFE’S BIGGEST FAN By Larry Goddard Chris Parcell is someone everyone would like to know—friendly, positive, laughs, involved in many activities, and, just as a side note is mentally challenged.   He has been told someone is coming over to his house to write a story about him and he is pacing and folding his arms and unfolding his arms—I see him from the street as I get out of my car and hear “He’s HERE!   He’s HERE!”   It was the best welcome I have ever encountered. Chris’ parents are Vera and Greg Parcell and their lives are complicated. From the first step inside their home, one can see and feel the love of a close family.   Fully decorated for the holidays, the home is full of photos of Chris and his older brother, Cory.   In the living room, there are two couches; a new one in front of an old one; same for recliner…well, just about every piece of furniture.   I’m thinking I must ask—and before I do, Vera explains that they bought ne

All About Being a Teacher....

So here is what teaching can teach you about God.... Teaching is funny. It’s just a little bit less glamorous that the movies make you think. It’s a come-home-with-you, all-consuming, heart breaking & heart growing kind of job. Sometimes it feels like the most important thing in the world, and you are looking into the eyes of our world’s future leaders, and sometimes you’re trying to figure out how one of your students is soaked, head-to-toe, when he comes back from the bathroom. But the most true thing about this job is that it teaches you how much you pale in comparison to Jesus. SERIOUSLY. Teaching has made me love God so much more, simply because I am so unlike Him. (Even though I am an ENFJ, and there are rumors that he was also an ENFJ.) Anyway, here are 5 things that I adore about God that I did not adore nearly as much before. 1. God wants us to come home even when we are dirty. I teach middle school in an old portable. My room smells like spilled soda, body odor,